My dog keep waking up whenever my new born daughter make a sound at night. The dog was so worried for my daughter that she tried as hard as she could to not fall as sleep while observing the baby.

Now that my daughter is older, the dog tried to wake my daughter up for her Saturday morning cartoon.

This one time when she gave me a raspberry while her henchman looked on.

Our spaniel once got a thorn in his foot. My dad took the thorn out and our dog snapped at him. He then ran in little circles, snarling at himself for having snapped at my dad.

Every time my Boston wants to sleep, which is all the time, she has to wrap herself like a burrito in any blanket laying around.

She brings me her treat to “share” before she eats it. I pretend to take a bite and then she eats it. If I don’t pretend to take a bite, she just leaves it there and whines until I do.

My dog grabbed a butterfly that was flapping at the window inside the house, trotted proudly outside with butterfly held between her lips, then opened her mouth and watched it fly away.

No our dog, but our sons dog.

He figured out how to escape the back yard, but then can’t get back in.

So he goes to the neighbors house and rings the doorbell so they’ll bring him home.

She crosses her front paws when she lays down.

If he’s hungry, he’ll find an empty tin of dog food and throw it at you.

*has done, asshole. He has cancer, but he’s not dead yet.

Anyway, yesterday he pulled all his bags of treats out, but left them all completely untouched.

My dog tried a grapefruit once. It’s hard to describe just how cute and hilarious it was when he’d take a little lick, shiver from the bitterness and shy away, and then go in for another lick.

We also brought home a mineral ball once, a big one, and he found it something eminently attackable. He’d move to grab it with his mouth, realize it was too large or too hard to bite or carry, stop, paw at it, and repeat, like he was attacking a giant bug. (He also used to body slam stinkbugs into the carpet - less cute)

My grandparents’ dog used to sleep sandwiched between the pillows. If you walked by in the middle of the night, you’d see her little head poking out, eyes glistening and watching you as you made your way through the hallway. Never seemed to bother my grandmother’s sleep at all, having a little Pomeranian beneath her head all night.

She would also hop up on the back of the couch to get high enough to perch on my grandfather’s bald head. And he would let her.